He looked at Yuran incredulously, never expecting her to say such a thing. Upon deeper consideration, there was nothing wrong with the question itself, but it just didn’t sit well with him.
He didn’t respond, and Yuran could feel that something was off. Annoyed at her impulsive questioning, she quickly tried to remedy it, "Brother Qi, how about, staying here?"
Yuran’s face was full of annoyance. Asking that question was even more awkward than if she had never spoken in the first place.
Bo Yan coughed softly to mask his smile, "Great! Same as usual."
What ’same as usual’ meant was Yuran sleeping in the guest room and him in the master bedroom.
Yuran stiffened her face, nodded, and like fleeing, she returned to her room, threw herself on the bed, and buried her face in the pillow, cursing herself quietly: It’s toxic, isn’t it? Every time I talk to Bo Yan, I struggle as if my IQ has plummeted.
Yuran, oh Yuran, you’re helpless.
Is Bo Yan really that different? Isn’t it just a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth? What are you shivering for?
And you even stuttered?
Yet, each time she remembered the words Bo Yan had said, the smile at the corner of her lips uncontrollably curled up again.
She turned over, lying on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Just before her soul had transited, she thought this world was just so, with nobody trustworthy.
Although Bo Yan’s behavior was sometimes puzzling, he never spoke a lie to her. But why had Bo Yan been coming to her place recently? Couldn’t he stay at the Platinum Imperial Palace?
Did he maintain a harem?
Hey, hey, hey, Yuran, what are you thinking?
In the master bedroom, Bo Yan lay on the bed, also without any desire to sleep. It wasn’t his first time sleeping in this room, but each time he felt the urge to escape, though he also didn’t want to leave; he just knew he was afraid to think too deeply.
It seemed clear that delving too deep into certain things made them hard to define.
So, each time, he ignored that slight stirring in his heart.
His gaze fixed on the densely packed books and numerous quaint objects on the bookshelf; the books covered a vast range of subjects in seven to eight original languages, immediately pulling back his drifting thoughts.
The first time, he had noticed these books and was quite shocked; this wasn’t something the Yuran he knew would do. Now... he was somewhat uncertain. Were these two really the same person?
If so, then there must also be two souls within one body.
This current Yuran was obviously more likable.
After all, what had caused such a significant change in her?
Bo Yan gradually drifted off to sleep amidst a mix of confusion and exhaustion.
The next day, Yuran was awakened by a knocking sound. As someone who was a bit grumpy in the mornings, and not having slept well last night, she was quite irritable to be awakened in this manner.
But soon, her irritation was replaced with worry. She hurriedly slid into her slippers and ran outside, bumping into Bo Yan who had also been awakened by the knocking. She nearly fell backward into his arms.
Bo Yan quickly caught her, pulling her back, "Are you alright?"
Yuran shook her head, "I’m fine, I’m fine, Brother Qi, go hide in the bedroom. I’ll see who it is. It wouldn’t be good if it was one of my classmates."
As she spoke, she pushed Bo Yan toward the bedroom, forgetting his discomfort with people, which put an immediate damper on his previously good mood.
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